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Yellow Specks
If you could look into my soul,
An intricate pattern of colors,
A polychromatic story unfolds.
Ardent reds,
And inky blacks intertwined.
Love and hate confused.
Iridescent shades of blue,
Dying hope, dreams woke.
Bland, unassuming gray,
Self abuse and neglect.
Purple is pride,
Not easily swallowed.
Orange the lies
I tell, and am told.
The tiny little yellow specks,
The dreams that keep me going.
A gossamer of beauty and pain.
Of effort and demolition.
Of losses and gains.
So when you see,
Exterior blacks and blues,
And wonder how I'll make it thru,
Encourage the yellow specks to grow.
They're stronger than you?ll ever know.
I love the wording... great job
EricaMay
Good write. Focus on the yellow and the oranges, reds, and blacks and blues will vanish.
HK
"So when you see,
Exterior blacks and blues,
And wonder how I'll make it thru,
Encourage the yellow specks to grow.
They're stronger than you?ll ever know."
thats brilliant. i loved it.
Thankyou for commenting on my poems!
I've come to return the favour and tell you that i am in absolute awe at the moment. This poem is breathtaking. The use of the metaphors and colours painted such a beautiful picture of your character. Without a doubt, one of the best poems I have ever read. I'm speechless.
Please keep posting, you have such a talent!
Lauren
xox
I love the symbolism with the colors...and the way the yellow specks are presenting dreams...which no matter how much pain you go through...no one can take away your dream...good work!
This is one of the best poems I've read so far. Your talent really showers thru on this piece. I love it!
I have been reading poetry for over thirty-three years, now, and I cannot recall a poem that used colors as metaphor with this much finesse. Wow! Brevity is one of your marvelous elements: you use few words, but with such depth that many words are not needed, and would only get in the way. But to show the colors as tropes of the soul---this, in itself, is extremely original. You have made a painter's palette become a metaphor for life. To me, and in my opinion, this places your poem at the same level as Browning's painter poems. Rae, you never fail to amaze me!
Starward
This is excellent, and I love the way the last lines tie it all together...
in retrospect you will find that you are far stronger than you believe yourself to be. We spend way too much time concentrating on our weaknesses and our faults....but in looking back thru the glass of wisdom gained, we usually see we were far more than we ever dreamed we were.
Hurray for the yellow specks of light and loveliness!